All Chapters of The Butcher - A Mafia romance : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“I’ll be easy now, but then we’ll practice for real.” I faced her head on then grabbed her by the upper arm so I could drag her away. “Always twist away and then hit.” I moved her arm to show her what I meant. “My hand will have to release. Otherwise, I’ll break my wrist. While this is happening, hit the nose with the heel of your palm. This all happens at once.” I guided her hand to my face, showing her the way the heel of her palm should strike. “Okay, let’s try this for real.”“I’m not gonna hit you.”“Pretend you are.” I grabbed her by the arm hard, as hard as I would if I were truly trying to capture her.She panicked at first, clearly surprised by my grip.“Twist.”She turned her arm, hooking her forearm around and breaking my hold.“You’re supposed to hit me at the same time.”“Oh shit.”“Again.” I grabbed her again and watched her twist. This time, she struck her palm up, tapping me on the shoulder rather than hitting me in the face. “Good.” I showed her a couple more moves, m

His eyes were impossible to read, but there was no doubt he was glued to my tale, probably wanting more details but was still too proud to ask for them.“You know what’s most ironic about all of this?” I hadn’t expected to come to this wedding and run into my brother, of all people. And I certainly hadn’t expected to dump all my daddy issues on him either. “If he knew what I’d become, he’d be proud of me—and the fact that that makes me smile is the sickest thing I’ve ever heard.”Godric finally did something, pulled his hand out of his pocket and rubbed his jawline like he needed a second to process everything he’d just learned. It was hard to hear little details over the music, but the breath he released was so loud I noticed it. “Why didn’t you tell me this sooner? Thirteen years ago. Five years ago. But you decide to tell me now in a crowded room at a fucking wedding.”I dug deep inside and tried to find the answer, but it was like trying to find something in a thick pool of mud. M

“You came for my girl, and I came for Oscar. We’re even as far as I’m concerned.”Marcus stepped forward. “You humiliated us on the world stage, and you know it. You made an example out of the Aristocrats and spat on our name. You burned one of our own alive—and not in privacy, but at one of our most cherished churches to be shown live on the news. It was barbaric⁠—”“Burying an innocent woman alive with a camera on her is far more barbaric. I told you I would not apologize for what I did because I’m not sorry, and you bet your ass I would do it again. You speak like I’m the one who started this whole thing when I was the victim.”“Oscar didn’t know that Fleur was your girlfriend.”“Well, that was his mistake, and he paid for it. I’m not gonna let any man who touches her go free. Just accept it. So, are we going to make peace, or am I going to kill you all right here, right now? Because you know I’ll fucking do it.” I didn’t need a gun. I could break skulls under my boots and snap nec

“How do you know that?”“Because I’ve never seen him with the same girl more than a handful of times.”She gave a slow nod. “You think that will ever change? Or is he the lifetime bachelor-type?”“Well, I thought I was the lifetime bachelor-type, and then I met you.”The smile was instant. It took a second to grow, for the affection to reach her eyes.“Don’t make plans, because life will change those plans.”“So, your plan was to be single forever?”I gave a shrug. “I was always open to the idea of monogamy if I ever found someone worth the commitment. But I didn’t ever expect to find anyone, not when all women were the same, at least it seemed that way to me.”“Maybe Luca is the same as you.”“He’s a bit more stubborn than I am.”“Why is that?” she asked.“I don’t know. He’d never tell me if I asked.”“Why not? You’re best friends.”“Because men don’t ask each other that—and we aren’t best friends.”“You have a closer friend than him?” she asked incredulously.“No. But a grown-ass ma

“Because that’s disgusting.”“You won’t have to touch anything.”“How’s that possible?”“It’s just like the shower. And I know you love the way we fuck in the shower.”When he held me with his thick arms, strong enough to move me up and down without any sign of fatigue. I was a full-grown woman, but he handled me like a pocket pussy.He smiled in victory. “Knew that would change your mind.”I got hot and bothered just thinking about it, how strong he was, the way the tendons over his muscles popped as they flexed. He was the sexiest man in this room, but I was the only one he wanted—and that was a turn-on too. Before my face got too red, I changed the subject. “Who are all these people?”“Partners. Some are producers. Some distributors. Mainly in arms.”“Arms?”“Guns.”“I don’t remember them from the wedding.”“They weren’t there.”“So, you just know everybody?”“Pretty much.”“And you party with them?”“Business and pleasure go hand in hand.” He slid his fingers farther between my th